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Submitted to Contest #84
My sun, I want to apologise for leaving you so soon. I'm not sure what day it is but hope that this letter finds you soon and we'll. I hurt you. I left with no notice and left you alone in that little apartment of ours. If your getting this letter I want you to know I love you and our unborn child. I left so hastily because if I had to see the tears in your eyes my resolve would crumble. I joined this war because I'm a selfish man, I can't bring myself to care about anyone but you and our little one. I have to fight because I need to know th...
Submitted to Contest #53
How does one describe the feelings centered around leaving home? Should I call the knot in my throat anxiety? Is the bitter taste in my mouth fear? Does the pause in my step stem from uncertainty? I have yet to untangle the three. It seems that when one shows up the other two arrive unannounced as is there motive. As I walk down the street in my very small world a glint of sun of a car window catches my attention. As I look at the car my eyes drift toward the playground near it and suddenly I'm hit with a memory. I'm six, scrawny, proporti...
Submitted to Contest #52
Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her tv show You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old I’m sitting here at the church you went to every Sunday. I have never believed in God but you did. You clung to that belief like it was the only piece of solid land in an unending ocean. I admire you for that. No matter what, you stuck with what you started. If only you could have had that commitment to...
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